sat in the back seat, watching the hills cladding SH2 go by, with a tightened silence all over my face, couldn't help reflect:
sometimes it digs deep down into me, thinking of all the conceptions planned out that i was considered to have aligned with, but can't bring myself to think the same. to what degree am i the image of failure in all my leader's and follower's books? all simply for abiding by ideologies that seem to occur naturally.
but, am i failing myself and, transitively, failing more critically henceforth, if i disavow my own convictions for sake of demonstrating love to those i care the most for? is it worse to disappoint my parents, who've thrown large parts of their lives to the wind for my sake; my friends, who've laid down their loyalty for knowing, mutually assured, that collectively our virtues are assured; to weaken strength or trust in other's eyes for the sake of my own moral solidification?
or to let my very self evaporate slowly away, a puddle left out under the bright light pouring from their hearts?
i understand that modulating one's self with respect to other's stances is a swift route to personal instability, but what about when the stances are those you understand & respect, but cannot follow?